Carlos 2

THE ATTIC

Scattered, dirty, broken toys

Piled high with dust

Years had passed since any noise

Made them come to life

There a doll in a red dress

Sits lone in the corner

Broken tea set made a mess

Forgotten on the floor

No small feet climb up the stairs

No banging at the door

Been so long since children cared

They come around no more

Maybe once there was laughter

But now silence reigns

Maybe many years from now

Life will come again